“My great adventure is really Proust. I am in a state of amazement; as if a miracle were being done before my eyes. How, at last, has someone solidified what has always escaped—and made it too into this beautiful and perfectly enduring substance? One has to put the book down and gasp. The pleasure becomes physical—like sun and wine and grapes and perfect serenity and intense vitality combined.”
– Virginia Woolf
“What an abyss of uncertainty whenever the mind feels that some part of it has strayed beyond its own borders; when it, the seeker, is at once the dark region through which it must go seeking, where all its equipment will avail it nothing. Seek? More than that: create. It is face to face with something which does not so far exist, to which it alone can give reality and substance, which it alone can bring into the light of day.”
Remembrance of Things Past, Marcel Proust
We will all be a memory, everyone who is here
the past, the present, both coming together
long after we all disappear
So we cobble together whatever memories we can make,
with the ones we dearly love, even with the ones
whom we hate
And when the time passes us by, we are desperate to cling
to visions, feelings, and whatever else
that life can bring
remembering the ones who left us so long ago,
seeing them in our minds, filling our hearts
with the memories that we know,
remembrances of the past, even those unwritten
we shall be but memories tomorrow
to anyone who will listen.
Somehow I missed posting my answers to last week’s questions, but here they are. Again, thanks, Cee, for these lovely questions!
What are some words that just make you smile?
Lucas, love, hug, embrace, sex (at least good sex) and orgasm, writing, books, reading, and lately, running. And one more – breathe.
When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles or turn on the flashlight? How many of each do you own?
We have flashlights all over the house, but I bet when the time comes, I won’t know where a single one is, or when I do find one, their batteries are all dead – story of my life, really. We also have candles – the ones with the scents, and the ones without. But wanna bet I wouldn’t know where to find the matches…
What is the longest book you ever read?
Shogun clocked at 1,152 pages and I read that in less than two weeks when I was about 16 – although I was grounded at the time with no privileges so I only had James Clavell and Anjin-san to keep me company. Naturally, when the TV series aired, I fell madly in love with Richard Chamberlain.
Once I’m done with À la recherche du temps perdu, or In Search of Lost Time (also Remembrance of Things Past) by Marcel Proust (translated by Moncrief), then this would be the longest book I’d have read at 3,031 pages. It will take a while though – it’s quite deep at times and I reread passages again and again and again, which means I can’t move forward as fast as I’d like.
So you win a pet monkey at a fair, but this isn’t just any old monkey. It can do one trick for you whenever you want from getting a pop out of the fridge to washing your hair. What would be the trick?
I’d set it free. I hate monkeys.
I’ve recently discovered Share Your World challenges from reading DrAliman’s blog and figured, hey, that looks like fun! So here’s my first foray into their weekly challenge, and let’s see how I do…
Describe yourself in a word that starts with the first letter of your name.
I can be vivacious if I want to – more if I’ve got some drink in me. But I don’t really need it.
If 100 people your age were chosen at random, how many do you think you’d find leading a more satisfying life than yours?
I’d probably say that maybe 20 are living a more satisfying life than I am – especially if I were to base it on my FB friends…
If you were a tree, would you become a book or furniture? Please describe.
I’d like to be a book that people can plop down on the grass or the soft ground to read, and lose themselves in whatever stories I carry within my pages. In fact, I am rereading Marcel Proust’s “In Search for Lost Time” and finally ‘understood’ what he was talking about when he wrote about Combray coming to life from that cup of tea and the crumbs of Madeleine on his plate. It was like, wow, in a you-have-to-read-it-to-understand-what-I-mean kinda way.
You are trapped in an elevator, who would you want to be trapped with?
I have just discovered Michael Fassbender and think he’s fascinating. As long as it’s not, like forever, then I wouldn’t mind being trapped in an elevator with him. He can sing, he can dance, and he can do bird calls and even motorcycle sound effects, so I don’t think I’d be bored. And I can tell him tall tales and crappy jokes in return. I mean, as long as no one asks him who he’d want to be trapped in an elevator with, what more could a girl want? (No, you don’t need to answer that question…)
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m actually grateful to be teaching again. I was on a break for a few months and I didn’t realize how stir crazy I was getting being home with a 4-year old during the day and having to face endless chores around the house. Anything but chores.
For the coming week, I’m looking forward to longer days as Daylight Savings Time just started, and now the days last longer and I can work at getting healthier with more brisk walking and hopefully, even jogging.